What’s over is always under

you never know it’s there

you keep scratching scratching in the dirt

you think it might be there

you need a sharper shovel honey

what’s foul is also fair

 

Stop looking in the attic

as if that were somewhere

that’s just a place to store old stuff

you need to go somewhere

somewhere where it’s never over

it’s never under the stair

 

Underneath the carpet

is just some homemade dirt

underneath the cover sweets

is another kind of hurt

in the antique armoire

hangs a single dry-cleaned shirt

 

What’s over is always under

dig it up with care

lay it out under the moon

tangling your hair

you’re tangled in the ties that bind

you’re bound for the station there

 

I’ll pick you up when you get there

you may wonder who I am

yeah you’ll wonder who I am

even though we share a name

I’m underneath the overgrowth

I’m over it all the same